And like Douglas’ other similar hits such as Basic Instinct, it struck such a chord with viewers that the film, or at least parts of it, passed into cinematic infamy – certain scenes lodging in people’s minds, even if they hadn’t actually seen the film – and transcended into the wider popular culture stratosphere. The thing that strikes you most now about Adrian Lyne’s runaway hit of the 1980s is how much less gratuitous and OTT it is compared to how you remember it.įlashback to 1987 and Lyne, Michael Douglas and Glenn Close were everywhere, audiences responding in their droves to a grown-up thriller that featured infamous levels of sex, nudity and domestic pet cooking, all packaged up in that glorious cinematic sheen that only the dream factories of Hollywood could provide.
